She was rinsing off her face when the shower door clicked open and Matt stepped in behind her. He caught her hips in his big hands, turned her to face him and without hesitation she pressed against his chest, her cheek on his muscled shoulder, a heavy pulse starting between her legs at the feel of his erection sandwiched between them. But he made no move to do anything about it.
Instead he ran his hands through her hair, massaged the back of her neck, her shoulders and the tender muscles on either side of her spine while the water poured over them both. Briar didn’t protest because it felt so damn good. By the time he was done kneading her from nape to rear she was both utterly relaxed and aroused as hell, tingling all over and wanting more.
He eased her away long enough to wash himself and she helped, sliding her hands over the beautifully sculpted muscles of his arms, chest and back. When she slid her palms over his stomach and curled her fingers around his erection, he stopped her with a rough sound, pulled her hands away and finished rinsing off.
Turning off the water, he opened the door and grabbed a towel, wrapping her in it. “Step out,” he commanded in a low voice.
She did as he said, quickly toweling off while staring at the way his muscles flexed as he dried himself. Dropping the towel, Matt slid his hands into her hair and kissed her. Briar sighed and opened for him, sliding her tongue along his, eager for him to put out the fire he’d started inside her.
Kissing her slow and deep he backed them out of the bathroom, into the bedroom and reached back with one hand to pull the covers down before lowering her onto the mattress. She wound her arms and legs around him as he lowered his weight onto her, sliding his erection across her belly in the most delicious way that only intensified the growing ache between her legs.
Briar arched into him, loving the feel of him covering her, pressing her into the bed with his greater weight. Her eyes closed as he trailed damp, nipping kisses down her jaw and throat, his big hands coming up to cup her breasts and cradle them for his mouth.
She moaned and grabbed the back of his head when he sucked and tongued her nipples, sending sparks of sensation streaming down to where his hips lay cradled between her thighs. He lavished attention on her breasts for a few minutes, until she was hot all over and squirming, then eased lower and slid his tongue into her navel. Her muscles tensed, her body needing more.
One big hand eased between her legs to cup her intimately, making the throb so much worse. She pressed against it, felt how slick she was as she rubbed against his fingers. Matt made a deep sound of approval and lowered his head to kiss the top of her mound. Briar gasped at the feel of his hot breath washing over her, tensed as he parted his lips and flattened his tongue against her sensitive flesh. A stifled sound caught in her throat, part moan, part whimper.
Staring at her up the length of her body, Matt licked slow and soft, running his tongue in lazy circles around her swollen clit. She gasped again, felt the muscles in her thighs tremble. His hands curled around the tops of her legs and pushed, opening her wider as he stroked and caressed her into mindlessness. Just as she was about to beg for mercy, her breath caught in her throat when she felt his tongue thrust inside her.
Know what else I’m looking forward to? Burying my tongue inside you.
Oh god, he was actually doing it.
Her fingers clutched at his head, her eyes flying open to watch in amazement as he drove his tongue in and out of her. Oh hell, that was so insanely hot. The sensation, the shocking intimacy of it, held her in thrall. She could only tremble and hang on for the ride, pleasure rising in an ever tightening spiral as her hips moved all on their own, shamelessly riding his tongue. Matt groaned low in his throat at her reaction, seeming to love what he was doing, then reached one hand around to circle her clit with a slick fingertip.
Oh my god…
Her head fell back, her mouth parting on a cry of pure ecstasy as that beautiful rush toward orgasm started. Then, suddenly, he stopped and pulled away.
Uttering a sound of protest, she half sat up and reached for him, desperate for the release hovering just out of reach. Matt reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom he must have left there, quickly rolling it down the length of his cock.
Her hands curled around his shoulders to haul him atop her, her mouth devouring his, but he didn’t plunge into her as she’d expected. Instead he reached up for a pillow and yanked it down the bed, sliding one arm around her hips to lift and place them on it.
“Okay, now,” she begged and went back to kissing him, unembarrassed by the taste of her arousal on his lips, his tongue. It actually turned her on.
Sliding his tongue against hers, Matt settled on his knees and lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder before wrapping his fingers around the back of her other calf and holding it out from her body slightly. She was panting, frantic to feel him inside her when he finally reached down with his free hand to slide the head of his cock into position. The hand on her calf tightened, brought it up and outward as his hips surged forward, burying him inside her.